The sheep slept when the hay
Matured in the the pen
And the vigilant goats
Chewed a cud unend
When the sheep's slumber was done
They drowsily woke up speechless
And robbed of hay
Then only bits laid among the goats' dung
And while the goat chewed a cud
The sheep swallow saliva.
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